For a moment, Richard really thought that the dragon was coming at him, and the dormant glow egg in his chest was almost about to be activated, turning on the glow surge state.

But Higuain was clearly not lawless enough - it was just that the dragon soaring through the sky couldn't keep up with the two-legged allies on the ground, so he arrived a little late.

"Lord Higuain has always made it his goal in life to become a true knight. Suffolk withdrew his gaze from the vanishing back.

"Poof!" the lord bowed his head and smiled, he knew that the dragon knight would be awarded at least the title of court count, so of course Higuain was not pursuing the lowest knighthood among the nobles, but the Eight Virtues.

Richard vaguely remembered that there was humility, compassion, and some mess in it, in short, it was a very high-sounding rhetoric. But to tell the truth, he felt that it was complete nonsense - no matter how whitewashed, the military is a violent apparatus whose vocation is destruction, and to present oneself as a saint is tantamount to insulting the intelligence of all.

"Earlier, I heard that you took the initiative to attack and defeat the enemy after the defeat of your allies, and he thought you were a truly brave man. So instead of riding the dragon, I came with me, and I wanted to meet you as soon as possible. ”

"!" Richard smiled coldly, looking up at the blue sky with emotion, he had long passed the age of thirteen or fourteen years old and fantasizing, and many times it would naturally be a little more realistic.

He lost thirty warriors at once, each of whom he could name or even nickname, and each of them followed him in the north and south without complaint. For the Ripper, who is already pitifully small, it can be described as miserable. If this is the price of bravery, then Richard would rather be a coward for the rest of his life.

If he had turned back time and asked him to choose again, he wouldn't have been so reckless in saying anything.

............

A dragon apparently its own descended slowly on the edge of the barracks, and the violent air currents blew dust on the dry winter ground, drawing thunderous cheers from the Dragonclaw soldiers.

The magic attainment of an adult dragon is slightly stronger than that of a human high-level mage, and combined with the hand-to-hand combat ability brought by a strong body and sharp claws, the overall strength is obviously stronger than that of a high-level mage, but it is far inferior to a mage. Not only that, but a regular army with heavy ordnance and a sufficient number of mages can drive out a dragon that tries to attack.

No creature is invincible, and dragons are no exception. For a truly elite unit, there will even be a whole set of standard procedures for how to deal with an attack by a dragon knight.

But the shadow of a person's famous tree, sometimes as long as the fame is big enough, even if the strength is inferior, it doesn't matter.

Since the disappearance of the Titans, the dragon has become one of the most powerful magical creatures on the entire continent.

A single dragon may not have the ability to turn the tide and win in a big battle, but it can convince most soldiers that he has it. As the undisputed top class, the Dragon Knight can only be said to be truly worthy of its name.

The Lord learned from Béderick's mouth that the name of this wind-based adult dragon translated into the lingua franca is Osiris.

In the life course of the dragon fledgling, juvenile, youthful, adult, prime, and old age, adulthood is not yet at its peak, but it has mastered all the abilities that a dragon should master. It was the first time that Osiris had played for Pompeii since he signed a contract with Higuain.

Along with the dragon knight Higuain, the Dragon's Claw is accompanied by ten Hayabusa Knights, winged beasts with the body of a stallion and an eagle, capable of spitting fireballs, but better than nothing. What's really amazing is that the falcon flies at an incredible speed.

That's all the air power that Dragonclaw has, and it's a luxurious lineup.

Due to the violent nature of powerful flying monsters that can act as mounts, they are difficult to tame, so the number of air cavalry in various countries has always been very limited. If all of the levied legions were in this configuration, it would almost certainly be that the entire Pompeii air force would have been dispatched.

To be honest, Richard was quite envious of watching them fly around all day long to do reconnaissance or liaison. If he has a flying mount and wants to fly to whoever he wants to, he will fly on whoever he wants to, and he won't change it for a duke.

As far as Chong had seen so much air combat information before, he must have mastered the bomb landing point very accurately.

From the preparation of the attack on Winterfell to the official start of the siege battle, it will take a long time to prepare. During this time, the entire Dragon's Claw was stationed in Chakesh, idly waiting for orders.

Sure enough, as Bédrick had said earlier, Richard, who had an overly dazzling record, was unanimously ostracized by the rest of the group.

Except for Béderick, who had no face and no skin all day long, the other officers of the entire regiment invariably adopted an attitude of ignorance in the face of the Ripper Brigade. Obviously, they are stationed next to each other, and they only don't exist as if the mountain fort doesn't exist.

Once an atmosphere is formed, even people who originally had no intention of it have to follow it, this is the power of rules.

Even the two old partners, Bust and Granling, only dared to talk about the old when there were no outsiders. They were quite worried that Richard would be depressed, and told me that gold always shines, and the lord nodded his head as he listened—until the snoring became louder and louder.

Bust and Granling looked at each other, and soon shook their heads and walked away. Worrying about Richard getting angry is like worrying that the stars in the sky will fall, and it's obviously a completely superfluous move.

The most powerful time for Takayama Fort is probably when you eat.

Generally speaking, the food in the army is not very good, and the quantity is far more important than the taste, even for the officers. Because the logistics line is too long, it is difficult to supply abundant ingredients and seasonings, and the chefs are often two-knifed, so they can only be regarded as so-so.

Originally, everyone ate the same meal, and there was no harm if there was no comparison, until an outlier appeared......

The lord has always believed that eating well is an important guarantee of combat effectiveness, and the harder the battle, the more abundant the food. Under the guidance of this ideology, the castle not only had halflings to accompany the army's cooks, but also regarded various ingredients as important supplies as weapons and armor.

"It smells so good!" a group of patrolling soldiers paused slightly. They tried their best to show their disdain, but at the same time they couldn't hide a little jealousy—these people ate so well, and the wind blew the fragrance from there, and they drilled into their noses with all their might, causing a series of swallowing sounds.

"You say, can we go and eat?" the captain thought.

"The Ripper doesn't have Pompeii at all, so we'll be a big hit when we go in. It turned out that his idea was not new at all, and his subordinates immediately began to pour bitter water, "The highland barbarians beat people very fiercely. And those centaurs, who look kind and are actually very gloomy!"

"Alas, after all, he is a ruthless man who has defeated the Blood Knight. The captain smacked his lips with emotion and began to continue patrolling.